After about a month after I had met their boss, I figured out why I seemingly did manage to avoid daily heroin doses and the tougher sex work. Their boss came back one afternoon. He doesn't come here unless something significant had happened or was about to happen.
            As I said before, we were allowed a small amount of supervised social time. One day he came by and interrupted my social time with Candy. We were in the mess hall on the ground floor just talking when he walked into the room with a set of armed guards. "Well, well, well," he started off. "I must say, I don't come down here very often. But you, my dear, have drawn my attention twice in a month. How do you do it?"
            He came inside from the back entrance while I was facing the other way. When Candy saw who it was, she instinctively grabbed my hands and had a very frightened look on her face. I turned around to see him smoking a cigar while walking toward me. He was still about six meters or so away from us. He had sunglasses on this time, so I couldn't directly see his eyes. I didn't say anything at first, but I gave him a stern and skeptical look.
            "What? No 'hello'? There's no need to be rude, Ivanna, although we both know that's not your real name," he said. Ivanna was the name I put on my passport. It was simply a random common Russian name that I used as a decoy, so no one knew that I went by Nikki. No one here knew that I went by Nikki, and I never used Ivanna here as a name either. Most people usually just called me 'little girl,' 'bitch' or 'blondie.' I didn't even use a different decoy name with Anna or Candy. It would be harder to trace my steps with identifiable names, even if they're decode names. And I'm still all about making it as hard as possible for someone to track me.
            I was staring the boss down, but I could sense that Candy had a surprised look on her face. I paused for several moments before finally answering. "What do you want?" I went straight to the point. He's here for a reason.
            "Ahh. You're a business-only kind of girl? That works well around here," he said with a chuckle. "Alright, straight to business then," he finished.
            He paused for a moment, and I simply filled the silence with an obvious question. "And what business is that?"
            "You're a mystery; a phantom; a ghost," he started. He continued, "But I'm a ghostbuster. I'm going to figure out who you are and what makes you tick." He was now only about two meters away from me when he stopped walking closer.
            I already knew that he had my passport and probably then knew my travelling history. I knew I originated in Russia, especially since Ivanna is a Russian name. I wanted to find out the extent of his knowledge, but I had to be careful and slow about it. He definitely wasn't going to hand over that information. "Why? What's so special about me? I'm just a call girl after all, right?"
            He laughed. "You may be just a call girl right now, but you were a whole different person before you arrived here. Do you miss the freedom? The adventure? Do you miss your friend? What's his name... Alek? Although I doubt that's his actual name either. So, first things first. What's your real name?"
            I gave him a frown and said, "You and I both know that I would just give you another made up name. Why even bother asking the question?"
            He laughed again. "Perhaps you're right. Trust and respect are earned. Developed. In a way, they're like a pet." He again started walking closer toward me, but he veered off to my left as if to walk around the table. "You must treat your pet with kindness and give them food and water to nourish them and help them grow. And they love you in return." He paused when he was at the side of the table right in between Candy and me. He put his hands on the table and then continued, "Or you could use fear and force." He grabbed Candy's hair and pulled her head backward. She screamed out in pain. He added in a dark and deep voice, "I've never been a good pet owner anyway."